side of couch

His response (many men, they don't like to talk about love)

The boy said softly: "Mr. Ning, I like you."

The voice was soft and melodious, but Ning Yong was so startled that he almost slammed on the brakes. Turning his head to look, the boy curled his mouth, his face was very close, his thin jaw was slightly raised, his eyes were shining brightly, full of charm.

"You want me to like you?...I just saved you once." Ning Yong pulled over the car and looked at those beautiful and complicated eyes.

Obviously, this confession exhausted all the courage of the boy, and those dark eyes were full of the urge to fight and heart-pounding love.

He was so stubborn, with his pale face raised slightly, nervous blush on his cheeks, and the tight corners of his lips showed his fragility and tension.

This boy seems to be strong, but Ning Yong feels that he has a kind of fragility that will disappear without a trace when he blows lightly.

The faces with inconceivable contradictions completely disrupted Ning Yong's thoughts.

But he was neither surprised nor disgusted, on the contrary, a feeling of wanting to comfort and care, wanting to hold him in his arms and cherish him seemed to have been brewing for a long time, and finally flooded in his heart.

Ning Yong lived a wonderful life and had seen countless people. He clearly knew that any behavior or words with evasion at this moment would deeply hurt Geng Shaoran.

So he just looked at the boy quietly, and only sighed softly when the boy was gradually bewildered and flustered.

Opened the cigarette case, took out two cigarettes, put one in his mouth, handed the other to Geng Shaoran, and asked, "Do you want it?"

Geng Shaoran shook his head, he doesn't know how to smoke.

"Are you scared? Or do you regret it?" Ning Yong took a puff of cigarette, the smoke he exhaled covered his expression, but the gentleness in his tone remained unchanged.

Shaoran remained silent, he...was really regretful, but at the same time relaxed.

It's just that Ning Yong neither responded to him nor refused, and there was no emotion in those gentle and deep black eyes, which made him uneasy.

Annoyed, he replied: "No!" He lowered his head, and he no longer looked at Ning Yong.

Ning Yong said nothing, started the car, turned around and drove in the opposite direction.

Geng Shaoran looked up at him in surprise, but he pursed his lips and said nothing.

After struggling for a long time, he still couldn't help asking: "Where is this going?"

Ning Yong glanced at him and said, "Send you home."

His face flushed suddenly, his dark eyes were moist and bright, but they were infected with a kind of shame and anger: "Why?!"

Ning Yong didn't answer his doubts, but just drove the car into Geng Shaoran's apartment, turned off the engine, got out of the car, and opened the car door for him.

Geng Shaoran lowered his head, neither looking at him nor getting out of the car.

Ning Yong looked at him and smiled lightly, then suddenly bent down to pick up Geng Shaoran and walked upstairs.

Feelings of panic and chills ran through his limbs, Geng Shaoran thought, does he just hate himself like this?Hate it enough to drive him home? !

Ning Yong's smile was actually full of helplessness and pampering, but Geng Shaoran, who was angry, misunderstood it as sarcasm, and became more and more sad. While struggling hard, he asked: "If you don't like it, I can just say it, why are you beating around the bush?!"

Ning Yong just went upstairs silently, forcing him to hand over the door key, opened the door, pulled the boy in, and closed the door, all in one go.

Throwing the key on the ground, he suddenly grabbed the boy's shoulders tightly and pressed him against the wall.

The gentleness in the deep and dark eyes gradually faded, and they narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of danger.

He opened his mouth softly, with the same gentle tone as when he first met: "If I didn't like you, I would have taken you to a villa a long time ago, spent the night happily, and left the next day pretending I didn't know anything."

The skin under the palm was stiff at first, and then gradually began to tremble.

The boy's pale face was also stained crimson again.

As if offering sacrifices, he raised his sharpened jaw slightly, and looked at Ning Yong with hope in despair.

Seeing him like this, Ning Yong felt a dull pain in his heart, and pity filled his heart like a bubbling fountain. He slightly teased: "Or, do you want me to do that? Spend the night comfortably?"

As soon as the words fell, the boy's face turned red like a ripe apple, so cute that he wanted to bite into it!

……

People often come to Geng Shaoran's house, but this is the first time for such a special situation.

After he confessed impulsively, the man's unclear but ambiguous attitude made him perplexed and disturbed. He stood in the living room at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Seeing that he was so entangled, Ning Yong stretched out his hand to gently push him on the shoulder, and said, "I'm a little thirsty, can you pour me a glass of water?"

He nodded hastily, entered the kitchen like lightning, and poured water.

When the water was poured out, he was passing by the washroom, and his appearance was reflected in the large glass mirror, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were moist, and he looked like a shy and expectant boy who had just begun to love...

He rubbed his face irritably, the matter has developed to this point, if possible, he really wants to beat himself to death.

Ever since he met Ning Yong for the first time, he has been attracted by her.

When he was weakest, he was so gentle and considerate, always talking to him patiently, taking care of every bit of life.

Although it's only been a month, his admiration for Ning Yong has reached an unexpected height.

That's right, admiration.

Obviously it should just be admiration!

He himself didn't understand why he confessed impulsively at the second meeting after six months...

He sighed helplessly, now, no matter how much he regretted it, it was useless, he shook his head, calmed down, and went to the living room with warm water.

Ning Yong took off his suit, and the wine red shirt half rolled up to his elbows, he sat on the sofa casually watching TV.

The profile of the man is very deep, the bridge of the nose is straight, the jaw is sharp and angular, and when he is not smiling, the thin lips will outline a stern line.

Such a stern and tough demeanor, as sharp as a knife, turned into gentle spring water when he broke his face and smiled after seeing him, making people dazzled.

This man is full of irresistible charm.

At this moment, Geng Shaoran no longer regretted it. He knew that he never wanted to watch him from a distance in his whole life. He longed to be close to him, and longed to live in the world where men lived, no matter what way.

Even being rejected is better than never mentioning it and losing it.

Ning Yong took the water glass he brought, but put it on the coffee table before taking a sip, he used his chin to signal the dazed boy to sit down quickly.

Geng Shaoran sat down silently under the gaze of the man, a little embarrassed.

Ning Yong kept smiling, but when he saw his fingers, he frowned.

"What are you holding so tightly? Doesn't it hurt?"

The man's face was very close, his breath gently brushed against his face, and his hands gently opened his tightly clasped hands due to tension.

It was so abrupt that the air was filled with ambiguity.

Geng Shaoran suddenly realized that something would happen, and he was looking forward to it, so he looked at the man anxiously and anxiously, waiting.

The extremely close pair of deep black eyes were full of gentleness and warmth, but they did not approach him, and kept the last distance to stop above him.

At this moment, the boy felt like a light-year had passed.

The man suddenly smiled, stepped back, and only held his hands lightly. Geng Shaoran was a little ashamed, bowed his head and said nothing.

But a mellow and deep voice sounded in his ears: "Why are you always hurt? You don't love yourself at all." The gentle reproach turned into a warm current and melted into Geng Shaoran's long-dried atrium kindly and naturally.

He was almost moved to tears.

The man noticed it, touched his eyes with his fingers, and sighed slightly: "Cry, this is just a way to vent." As he said, he folded his arms and took the boy into his arms.

Geng Shaoran nonchalantly grabbed the shirt on Ning Yong's back, and buried his cheeks deeply in his arms, as if he could no longer restrain the unrestrained tears, he began to cry heartily.